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Because preliminary results were still unavailable last night, chat at headquarters centered primarily on low voter turnout. Wolf supporters stationed at polls around the city said as few as eight people had voted in the last two hours of polling. At midday, turnout was so low that Wolf began to knock on neighborhood doors, soliciting last minute votes...
...refers to a merry harvest festival in County Donegal. But the action never leaves the cottage and yard of the five Mundy sisters, living poor and unmarried in tumbledown Ballybeg in the hard year of 1936, with no entertainment but a balky old radio and their Celtic gift for chat. The play is a memory play, told as flashbacks from the present by a middle-aged man who was then a boy of seven. He is the illegitimate son of the most rebellious Mundy sister by a wandering wastrel who, after years away, comes to call. The Mundy women live...
Films used to portray New York City as a penthouse aerie, where tuxes and smart chat were mandatory. Moviegoers saw the jagged grandeur of Manhattan's skyline as a cardiogram of American sophistication. Fred Astaire used to symbolize New York; now Al Sharpton does, and the metropolis is just a detention center for too many folks you'd rather not dine with. Rank congestion is the norm; you can't buy your way out of the line of fire. Question: Does anyone still dream of coming to town and becoming a star? Funny answer: Yes, because New York's desperate...
...view her evolution from tadpole to tomboy and beyond: in the Coppertone commercial, the Disney pictures, the sitcoms, Taxi Driver, Bugsy Malone. And you can scan the interviews she gave to magazines from age 11 onward. Dear reader, we have in our possession a tape of a lunchroom chat you had in seventh grade. Care to hear what you said? Care to be held...
...stretching the play to film size, a few things snap. The communal intimacy of live theater, for one; at first the piece sounds more like a rant from across the street than like the compassionate campfire chat it was. But as Search for Signs reaches its climax, artist and author stride over these nettles. If this isn't a goose-bump experience for you, you're just not sentient...